Sitting in my local pub late one night enjoying the landlord's flexible idea of what constitutes his licencing hours, a bunch of drunk blokes in raincoats burst in. Requesting to be served, one shouted at the barman "It's alright - we're not coppers!"

They were spitting images of Lt. Columbo to a man. The barman laughed them out of the pub.

The police
My mate is a copper - he interviewed a woman for 10 minutes as a witness, to a domestic across the street. But didn't notice that her golden retriever dog had a harness, she was wearing unsual sunglasses in a very dark room and had in her possession a lot of folded white sticks - not exactly Morse...
(noggin, Thu 22 Sep 2005, 11:42,
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